Jeonghan had never thought twice about pulling the trigger on his gun - nor dwelled on the fact that he killed people everyday. The house he lived in, the clothes he wore, the food he ate, were all bought with money from his job. His job of murdering. Jeonghan had only one regret. Not killing that blind boy the moment he stepped into Jeonghan's home. He regretted not killing Joshua.

He couldn’t remember the last time his sighs had been replaced with laughter. No; he could remember, precisely. The last time he had ever smiled and laughed with carefree demeanor was seconds before his husband had passed away.  

  Jinyoung could remember it like yesterday. The laughter. The happiness. The members. That perfect time had already slipped through his hands, yet it only seemed like a day had passed since. In reality, it had already been six months - six months since he had passed away.  

Hey guys~ Basically this is just a collection of random one shots/drabbles about Jihan (Jeonghan + Joshua) from Seventeen! I've been really into Seventeen recently and this is my OTP for sure @@ You're all welcome to provide prompts for me, new ideas/genres are always welcome! I hope you enjoy all of them~

For Mark, the outside world was a distant dream. The walls of the orphanage blocked him from the outside, all of the children around him, unaware, obvlivious to the world outside the walls. Mark only had himself to converse with about the wonders, the dreams and oppurtunities that lay beyond the walls. However, when a frazzled orphan arrives from the outside world, Mark finds a new meaning; someone that he wishes to protect. But after Jinyoung's arrival in the orphanage, neither of them ha

Strangely, in that moment that Jinyoung had seen him, Mark was beautiful. Someone entirely opposite from himself, someone who wished more than anything to die, while he himself was desperately hanging on for what life was left in him.

I had known something was wrong. I knew something was wrong, why didn’t I do anything… Jaebum, I miss you. ~~

How could he not fall in love with him? Even though he knew that it was against the rules- forbidden- but Jinyoung couldn’t help it. The way his brown eyes seemed to stare right through him even though Jinyoung was looking right at him, and how it felt like Mark was always hiding some dark burden on his shoulders; how could Jinyoung no

Mark's head leans on Jinyoung, his soft breath warm on his shoulder. When Jinyoung looks closer at Mark, he notices the eye bags beneath his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly as though something were on his mind.

Youngjae smiles and he holds the plant in one hand, his other gently the white petals. “A chrysanthemum.”

This is a 5 chapter story, that I never finished. It might never be finished. Read at your own risk. Each chapter will be uploaded after 24 hours. From 8:00PM PST 

Mark wanders through the trees, this was the furthest he had ever come. The sound of the birds chirping, the cracking of the twigs snapping beneath him. This was what brought him to the forest every day. A sense of life.  

The canary’s soft blue feathers rustle in the Spring wind. His amber eyes glow like jewels. Tears flow down his jewelled eyes like rivers.

Jinyoung hesitates. I'm still a useless angel…

  “I forget things.” Jinyoung turns to face Mark. “I wake up and sometimes I can barely even remember what I did the day before, it’s just a part of my disease.”   Jinyoung and Mark meet in a hospital. Wait, why a hospital? Is this going to be some dark angst again? Yes. Well, okay then. Who kno

Mark walks out on a cold Winter morning, the streets empty, the area almost ghost-like. When fate whisks him into a coffee shop, how will his life change when he meets a young innocent boy Jinyoung. How will their Christmas turn out? How will they turn out?